Subterranean outsider bangers from the depths of Los Angeles. Composed and recorded in bomb-shelter conditions while Grant c'Db's recovered from a broken leg, this Tigerbitch tape-suite for the Brunch Group conjures post-tropical storm heat-haze pop, recalling Matias Aguayo, Holger Czukay and Van Dyke Parks, warped by a waterlogged, compressed digitalia. A meeting of uptown DNA-style funk-skronk and west coast Dublab pedal chain reveries, these pieces seethe and drift, flex and melt across a lost future-anterior Sublime Frequencies transmission.